Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.